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2 : it was just a drunken kiss.

It's Friday night, so me and my friends are planning on going to a party. I didint want to go to this one since it is at Ethan's house. But Ava and Via are forcing me too.

7:50 pm I start getting ready. I already have my makeup on from school, so I just do some lipstick. I put on a outfit. I choose a criss cross dark green long sleeved top and a denim skirt. I grab my purse and get in the car. I arrive at 8:10 pm. Both of my parents shouldn't be home until like 1 so I'm good. Usually I'd be worried about getting caught. But I'm a master at this point.

I meet my friends at the party.  We dance and drink a little. I saw everyone around us was either dancing or making out. The occasional fight outside between two drunk dumb boys.

As me and my friends are just standing in a corner, talking, Ethan comes up to me and grabs me by the arm. He drags me outside. He is clearly drunk. But I'm curious to see what he does.

"Ethan, what kind of dumb shit are you trying to pu-" I'm interrupted by his lips smashing into mine. I pull away. "Ethan we shoulden- oh fuck it." this time I interrupt myself by kissing him. I can feel his smirk. He's so cocky. I have to admit though... I kinda like it.  He wraps his arms around my waist. I run my hands through his fluffy dark brown hair.

That's the only thing I remember from last night. We were both a bit drunk. It was just a drunken kiss, right? I mean I barely remember it. It's unlikely he will remember it at all. So let's hope he doesn't regain memory by Monday.

Nobody except my besties knew about this. Ava is freaking out because she's been 'Shipping us' since middle school. And Sylvia thinks this won't end well.

*Monday.*

I walk out of my car, with my bag on my shoulders and my drink in hand. I walk up to the front of the school. I see the hot pockets are doing some dumb shit outside the school. I try to pass them but Ethan skates into me, causing me to fall and my bright colored drink to spill, staining my white shirt.

"Ugh! You dumb bitch! This shirt is ruined now!" I yell at him.
"Watch where you're going!" He shouts.  "Blind bitch" He mumbles under his breath. I ignore it, because I know I'll get him back eventually. I just know it. I head to my locker, which is right by my friends.
"Woah, Alysha, what happens to you?" Ava asks me, with a raised eyebrow.
"Ugh, Ethan." I respond.
"Here, I have a spare shirt you can borrow. Here." Sylvia says, reaching into her locker and grabbing out a dark purple crop top.
I wasent too sure the shirt would fit me, Sylvia was a Small and I was a medium.

"Thanks, you're a literal lifesaver!" I say to her. Before classes I head to the bathroom to change. I put my ruined shirt in the garbage. Thankfully, Sylvia's shirt fit me perfectly. Shortly after, the bell rings. I head to Spanish. I sit in front of ava again, since our seats from the first day are permanent. About halfway through class, I hear my phone buzz. It's from Ethan.

How did he get my number?

"Meet me in the supply closet." It says. I'm curious what he wants, though I'm furious at him. Ethan walks out of classes the teacher doesn't even notice, since she is too busy writting things on the board.

"Mrs. Diaz can I use the restroom?" I ask.
"You may." She replies. I walk out of the classroom and head to the supply closet.
Ethan must have heard me because he opens the door and grabs my arm, pulling me in.

"What do you want?" I ask him, crossing my arms against my chest.

"To talk about Friday." He says. It seems he's just forgotten about how he ruined my shirt, but remembers an event from 3 days ago. An event that occured when he was drunk. 

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to sound clueless.

"Don't play dumb, Alysha. You know we kissed...Well made out. I don't know what the fuck we did, To be honest I barely remember But, if there's one thing I know. I already remember a pretty girls face." Ethan says, with a signature smirk on his face. Anytime he smirked I wanted to slap if off his stupid face.

// Flashback to Friday night //

we shoulden- oh fuck it." this time I interrupt myself by kissing him. He wraps his arms around my waist. I run my hands through his fluffy dark brown hair. A regular kiss turned to a French kiss and we made out for like 5 minutes.
I pulled away, looking at Ethan seriously.
"Ethan, is this a mistake?" I ask.
He chuckled, and looked me in the eye.
"The only mistake you made was pulling away."
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"Oh my God! I remember what happened! I thought we just kissed." I say.
"Well technically, we did. Just not a regular kiss.
I was getting of track.
"Ethan, don't we like hate each other?"

"We do?" He asks, chuckling.

"You just ran me over with a skateboard, without apologizing. You called me a blind bitch. I think it's safe to say we don't love each other or anything." I say, storming out of the closet, slamming the door behind me.

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